Weird things about you.

I am able to become gigantic. I lord over a group of starfish, but doing so makes me out of control during combat for one minute.
 
I have a tiny bit of gravel stuck in my side from when i slipped on a newly tarmaced road in my area.
 
I'm a total freak, but I'll try to only think of the ones that won't cause everyone to cease all communication with me.

*nods*

Sometimes when I'm in the bathroom doing shit I look in the mirror and pretend I'm on a tv show about my life.

Whenever I have any amount of energy (which is like, all the time) I've got some kind of beat in my head, and I will play it with my fingers, or mouth (no not beatboxing, just moving my jaw and tongue, hard to explain)

I do the same thing (In relation to the second thing) Do you happen to shift your jaw around so your teeth click together to the beat? I've been doing it with Scentless Apprentice - Nirvana, for as long as I can remember.


But anyway:

I have a strange habit, involving the number 5. Whenever I tap my feet, breathe, chew, anything like that - I have to do it in/out, left/right, on/off five times each side. If I fail, then I take or add to rectify the situation.

Example:

Breathe in for 5...

Breathe out for 5...

breathe in for 6...

Breath out for 5...

Breathe in for 4...

etc.
 
well as far as habits go i bite my nails and have started to grind my teeth due to stress earlier on. weird things about me, well i can make weird noises with my throat when i swallow and it sounds like someone farting. i don't do it anymore though cause of all the strange looks i got lol
 
Alright, apparently my oddities aren't all that odd! (Yay!)

1) Even numbers make me ecstatic. For example, if I've got a bag of M&Ms, I have to separate by color, and then by number. If a certain color has an uneven number, then I have to remove them (by eating, of course) and then I can commence the enjoyment of the little darlings in an orderly fashion. The odd ones don't taste good, simply because in my head... they are odd.

2) In the same vein, when I shop for groceries, I'm like Noah. I have to buy things in twos, even if I don't need them. Sometimes, if they're on sale, I buy in fours. If the recipe calls for 3, I buy the extra, because I can't just do 3.

3) If I'm sitting, I rarely have both feet on the ground. I sit on my left ankle/foot until it goes numb, then I get up and sit on the right one. I'm never actually comfortable until my left leg is secured under my right leg. I've fallen out of many a chair because of this. Sometimes, I forget to wait until there's a bit of sensation in my foot before I try the switcheroo...and numb limbs make you a bit unsteady!

4) I joke a lot about voices, but I don't actually have them. I have one constant stream of conversation in my head, and it's all me. It's not another voice, it's just the one that has all the witty retorts, super intelligent facts and figures, and overall awesomeness that I'm far too neurotic to vocalize out loud. If that voice ever revealed itself to humanity, hilarity is sure to ensue! (Or chaos.)

5) I'm very, very, overwhelmingly aware. Of everything around me, especially in very crowded areas. It's a horrifying combination of fascination with people and feeling extremely miniscule in the grand scheme of things. I grab the most inane information from my observations and my penchant for listening to conversations in snippets. Someday, I'll write my memoirs and...they'll be fantastic! Until then, I'll continue collecting data and being freaked out by what people say and do in public.

6) I equate all major (and many minor) life moments with songs. Music is an integral part of my mood, and regardless of what I'm doing, there's music playing somewhere. I attach my memories to the song that's playing at the time.

Other than that, I'm just a normal neurotic dork, with far too much lethargy to actually put my quirks to good use to take over the world.
 
If I said I am an avid bath room singer and it was considered weird, you all are weird..
 
My neck makes some sort of weird noise, almost like a rain stick, from time to time, at the intersection of the skull and vertabrae.

I don't know if anyone else can hear it, though.
 
Sometimes I throw or delete critical stuff just so I have an even number left. I almost always regret it later.
 
I just learned from my uncle that i scream and yell in my sleep and threaten to kill people *giggle*.

I must always have an even number of soldiers in command and conquer.
I listen to a CD until I have most of the words memorized.
 
Tourettes Syndrome
ahhh shit!:D (I just remembered that from South Park.)

I feel the need to have a knife where ever I go, and feel naked without one. It could be my Kabar, or my little folder, but I must have it.

Just noticed this.


Shut the hell up.
When I used to work at my BS warehouse job several years ago, a box cutter at my side at all times was essential for getting the job done. Some folks actually use blades to help put the bread on the table believe it or not. I see no harm in carrying a blade around for this reason. Not sure what Cheomesh's reason is though, I can't figure that guy out.
 
I mentally de-construct things. A lot of things. Like my monitor - in my head it disassembles, and reassembles, and becomes a wireframe model, and rotates, and melts, and reforms.

I have music in my head I can never get into sound.

I obsess over my relationships.

I over think way too many things.

I text a lot. Almost obsessively.

I love a whole lot of people.

I tell about three of my best friends everything about me. There is nothing I know that they do not.

I trust people way too much, but am also sometimes irrationally afraid of their unpredictability.

I write poems in my head.

I visualise that I'm Nightcrawler from X-Men.
 
Damn You, Krynn72!!! I Will Have My Vengeance!!! I Will Suck Out Your Heart With A Curly-wurly Straw And Eat Your Tobacco-infested Liver!!!!!!!!!!!
--1-----2-------3--------4--5----6----7--------8---------9-10--11---12---13---14----15-16------17--------18---19--20---21----------22----------23
:eek:
 
When I used to work at my BS warehouse job several years ago, a box cutter at my side at all times was essential for getting the job done. Some folks actually use blades to help put the bread on the table believe it or not. I see no harm in carrying a blade around for this reason. Not sure what Cheomesh's reason is though, I can't figure that guy out.

Oh please, if you use it for work and it's a BOX CUTTER then it hardly counts. I don't care about that.

Cheo carries it around because in his mind there are naughty vampires and muggers and black men that he's going to have to stab, obviously.
 
There's lots of reasons to carry a knife besides for stabbin' homies...

I'd like to hear some.

Carrying weapons is ****ing stupid, dangerous and pointless. Unless you're a policeman or something I suppose. Or a solider.

Not into soldiers.
 
Well I carry a sketchbook around with me all the time, and if I didn't use a mechanical pencil (and didn't live in England) then I'de definately have a knife on me. Pencil sharpeners are pieces of shit, all they're good for is breaking lead and giving you a tiny point

There's one reason
 
You could carry around like, a stanley knife or something for that. I'm into sketchbooks and pencils.

I'm talking about knives, proper ones. Like all the children in London keep getting stabbed with. Because people are carrying them around.
 
Oh please, if you use it for work and it's a BOX CUTTER then it hardly counts.
Box cutters are the weapon of choice for Latino/Mexicano/Puerto Rican female thugs you know.:D How could it not be used as a potential weapon?

Cheo carries it around because in his mind there are naughty vampires and muggers and black men that he's going to have to stab, obviously.
Oh, that.:p
 
Well, I keep the folding pocket knife for tough-to-open packages, and stuff.

The kabar is for hiking or field stuff, or if I went hunting or whatever.

Also sometimes if I feel there could be "trouble" where I'm going, which sometimes there is. Never had to draw it though, as I'm ok at disarming situations with just words. I like it that way.
 
The sound of rain falling on the roof puts me to sleep.
 
I'm usually an extremely laid-back person, often to a fault. This attitude has resulted in me getting a reputation for being late for everything and it's also infringed on my education, my love-life and my dinner.

And my epilepsy. Which I wouldn't consider to be a "weird" thing about me, but it's a thing about me. And a thing about me that, predictably, I'm perhaps too laid-back about.

What perhaps is weird is that I don't dislike the fact that I'm epileptic in the slightest.
Sometimes the thought of the hand I've been dealt in that respect chokes me up and obviously seizures are far from fun but by and large, epilepsy as a permanent element of my life has been assimilated into my personality for the better part of a decade.

I've had scans, scares, tests, medication, bumps, bruises, cuts, grazes and all manner of unpleasant side-effects from losing absolutely all control of your body and yet despite this barrel of laughs I don't truly resent it.

Potentially this is a condition that could result in my death. Yet I don't truly resent it.
I can vouch for this. It's true. Erotically true.
 
The sound of rain falling on the roof puts me to sleep.
Hell yes. When/if I settle down and get a house, if the missus is into it, I'm so getting a place with a tin roof just for this reason.
 
Ugh where do I begin?

I never step on cracks in the pavement. Ever.
I always have to make sure i step on leaves wherever I'm walking, and I have an overpowering urge to go back and tread on certain leaves I miss.
I always have to drink water for a certain amount of seconds before I go for a run
I have full on (if one sided) conversations with computer game characters, telling them everything they do wrong.
I cant sleep unless my door is locked with something heavy pushed up against it, windows locked with the curtains pegged shut and none of my sheets touching the floor.
Using internet slang in real life
I dont do it so much anymore, but I used to count everything when I was young. Especially the amount of words in sentences.
My fingers are double jointed
I've always been good at reading people, but I tend to over analyse peoples' reactions to me in a conversation.
I've never been able to walk in a straight line, say when I'm walking next to someone I'll always veer off into them.
 
Shouldn't you be on medication or something?
I am.
"I've had ... medication... and yet despite this barrel of laughs I don't truly resent it."
-el Chi, 4:26

Well, that is to say I have medication. I gets me brain medicine from the Nar-shun-ull 'ealth.
It works just fine and dandy until I f*ck up (forget to take it when I should/drink too much/etc.) and then we're in Seizuresville, population: Me.
 
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Um... I broke the server...
Too many weird things...
 
I never step on cracks in the pavement. Ever.
...
I cant sleep unless my door is locked with something heavy pushed up against it, windows locked with the curtains pegged shut and none of my sheets touching the floor.
...
I dont do it so much anymore, but I used to count everything when I was young. Especially the amount of words in sentences.
...
I've always been good at reading people, but I tend to over analyse peoples' reactions to me in a conversation.
...
I've never been able to walk in a straight line, say when I'm walking next to someone I'll always veer off into them.
That sounds like me. :|

When I see random people on the street, I'm constantly nervous about my clothes, mannerisms etc. And if I see people laughing I get really nervous. I always assume the worst of people when I first meet them, so I can't make small talk because I'm always analyzing how they are reacting to me. And even if I wanted to talk to someone (even relatives), there would be nothing to talk about because there are NO mundane incidents that stand out in mind as worthy of conversation. Some details I remember later, others I forget entirely.

Also, I never trust anyone. Nobody knows anything about my life other than from the time they spent with me. Literally.
 
I am.
"I've had ... medication... and yet despite this barrel of laughs I don't truly resent it."
-el Chi, 4:26

Well, that is to say I have medication. I gets me brain medicine from the Nar-shun-ull 'ealth.
It works just fine and dandy until I f*ck up (forget to take it when I should/drink too much/etc.) and then we're in Seizuresville, population: Me.

Sorry, missed that. I have a friend with epilepsy, she suffers from "petite mal" seizures, which aren't as "violent" as yours.
 
Sorry, missed that. I have a friend with epilepsy, she suffers from "petite mal" seizures, which aren't as "violent" as yours.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. HAHA. AH. HA...




Great, I made myself sad and then pooped a little. :(
 
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